At The Ballet

Sitting in darkness Waiting for dancers, I’m alone and desperate At the ballet. Your husband is a rogue, Showcasing an elegant wife While tasting other treats Along an avenue of illicit pastries. But I’m the one in love, Sinking into madness and utter despair At the sight of you In the theater you adore the best. When the final curtain falls, The lights will rise And you’ll walk away. I’ll gaze fondly at every footstep Until my heart disappears. Later, at home, My bed will swim In the wet intense fever That unceasingly grips my existence.